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This anger I feel
I cannot put it away
It growls behind closed doors
It wails in my hands
I have no answers to console
No questions to steer its direction
How can I control how I feel
When you won't control yourself?
It's my job to feel better
My job to control myself
My job to be the bigger person
While you fail me
My job to be mature
My job to explain
My job to conceal
The bitterness in my pain
While you fuck up once more.
Your flaws and shortcomings--
They can be tracked down to your upbringing...
Then do it.
Do it quick.
I am not your keeper.
Do not ask me to forgive when you fail to change.
You fail to try.
You fail to listen.
You fail to concede.
You cower in your selfishness.
Your hesitance.
Your apathy.
And your laziness.
I resent you.
Never ask me why again.
Never ask me how you can fix it.
Never ask me.
Never tell me.
Never come back.
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